He flips through the dossier idly, driving the Aston Martin with his knee, weaving against traffic because, hey, why not?
Wildcard’s been busy, but not so you’d notice – car accidents, heart attacks, a typhoon touching ground in Cambodia. Diamond’s sending him to Prague, but neither of them could come up with a solid why. There’s probably an equation running through the Array or something. He wonders if they should try the Probability Drive again.
He wonders where Heart is going, but, then, he’s always wondering.
His flight leaves at 2:00, but he realizes he’s going to be late when the Martin explodes.